Yesterday’s moon was a special full moon as it fell on the Summer Solstice and this only happens every 40 some years, the last time being in 1967, the summer of love. It is called a Strawberry Moon as the date heralds the start of the strawberry season. It is sometimes called a Honey Moon.
Today is Happy World Humanist Day. Have a happy day, each of my lovely readers.
We had hoped to go out to Carn Brea to watch the sunset (see the photos at the end of the post) tonight and to watch the full moon, the Strawberry Moon, rise, but sadly it is very cloudy. I hope some of you have managed to see this event which last happened in the Summer of Love, 1967, the year we were married and which will not happen again until I am long gone in 2094! 
A very good friend at choir gave me the following poem tonight, handwritten for me, such a lovely thing to do.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to break free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-torn to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
This is from The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus and is on a bronze plaque on the Statue of Liberty.
I baked 100 Spicy Oat Cookies this afternoon.
I just looked up while writing this and the sky had turned to fire! The moon isn’t up yet.
Our local Labour Party arranged vigils today for Jo Cox, the MP who was so cruelly murdered last week. We picked a bunch of flowers, Lupins, Daisies, Fuchsia and Rosemary, from the garden to take with us to Camborne this lunchtime and were very moved by the small and beautiful ceremony that was led by our Conservative MP.
The following inspirational words are from Jo’s husband, Brendan Cox:
‘Jo believed in a better world and she fought for it every day of her life with an energy, and a zest for life that would exhaust most people.
‘She would have wanted two things above all else to happen now, one that our precious children are bathed in love and two, that we all unite to fight against the hatred that killed her.
‘Hate doesn’t have a creed, race or religion, it is poisonous.’
The Falmouth Shanty Festival is enormous fun and we all went along to watch some friends who sing as Femmes de la Mer. They were brilliant! Of course!
Femmes de la Mer
If you would like to hear them, click this link https://youtu.be/VNCF5bw1kjU
Littlest Live-Wire listening to the singers while in a cuddle.
Me with Littlest Live-Wire
And now they have gone…….
A very good friend sent me the following quotation from Tennessee Williams after I had expressed my sadness yesterday. Thank you, Paul.
The little poncho is finished and much loved but I didn’t manage to get a back view photo so here it is hanging from the picture rail.
We fed next door’s cats for a few days this week and this beautifully scented bunch of roses was our thank you. I wish you could smell them, lovely old fashioned roses with such an evocative perfume.
There’s a brilliant play park near us at Heartlands, so much inventive play equipment and a lovely cafe where Littlest Live-Wire enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate.
While we were having our lunch so were the local birds, a Greater Spotted Woodpecker and a Chaffinch at our bird feeders.
P.S. I am finding a great need for my beautifulthings at the moment. I am so fearful of a Brexit vote, I am moved to tears by the plight of refugees and the horrific Orlando shootings of the LGBT community in a night club and now today’s dreadful news of one of our own MP’s being murdered in the street.
It is a such a joy to have our Littlest Live Wire here with her constant chatter and laughter and her delight in absolutely everything. Tonight I have finished her poncho and will show you tomorrow. Her reaction when she saw it with the braiding on was a huge grin and “I love it!”
Littlest Live-Wire and her Mum were the only ones in the toddler pool and had a lovely time.
After lunch we went into the Pavilion Gardens where B was entranced by the shell grottoes.
Later we watched a Robin for quite some time. With a beakful of moss, it seemed that he was collecting for a nest.
Despite the mizzle, we went down to the beach today and had a lovely time. 
In the village I found this pretty wild patch. 
We visited a lovely friend this afternoon and her previous visitors had brought her a gorgeous bunch of Gerbera.
Littlest Live-Wire loves playing with the toys her Mum and siblings played with.
I am making a beautiful soft poncho for three year old B. Today we went shopping for the trims and her eye was caught by the pink feathers.
These are what we ended up with and tonight I have sewn on the shocking pink bobbles. The photo doesn’t do the colour justice!
The Sunday morning car-boot sale was small this morning as it had been raining but I found this beautiful bunch of home-grown flowers.
Driving home, the Bassett Monument on Carn Brea disappeared into the mist.
This afternoon L arrived with Littlest Live-Wire who was immediately at home and helping in the garden. It is a very special time indeed when Grand-babies come to visit.
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